"Jungkookie?"

The young boy groaned, stretching, and almost kicking his mother in the face. 

"Wake up, honey." His mother gently tapped his cheeks, causing him to lean onto her palm.

She smiled, and ruffled the boy's hair, telling him to wake up once again, to which he replied with "5 more minutes please."

His mother agreed, not before warning him of what she would do if he wasn't up by then. He sleepily brushed her off, and just turned to the side and slept more.

However, he leaped out of bed, upon hearing footsteps. Someone poked their head in, and Jungkook chucked his pillow at them after finding out that it was his brother.

"Damn, chill bro." His brother said, massaging his nose.

"Fuck off Joon." Jungkook grumbled, and walked into the washroom, only to walk back out, to get his morning supplies. 

He rolled his eyes at his brother seated at the edge of the bed though.

"Why are you still here?" He asked. "Ah, mum told me to stay here until you're done, cause she didn't want you falling asleep in the washroom again."

"Jeez, okay. Now where the fuck where is my toothbrush?" He murmured to himself, before letting out an 'Ah hah' once he found it. 

He walked into the bathroom, and squeezed his toothpaste onto his blue toothbrush, and hummed some random song, while he brushed his teeth.

He washed his face, and walked out, catching the towel thrown at him. He mumbled a 'thanks' to his brother, who just hummed, and left the room, telling him to be there in 10 minutes.

He slowly made his way down the stairs, letting out a sign in relief when he noticed his father wasn't there. 

"He left for work."

Jungkook jumped at the voice behind him, and hit Namjoon on the shoulder.

"Why are you everywhere, oh my god," he exclaimed, a hand over his chest.

"Exactly what I used to say when you were in your wee years." His brother casually walked away, sitting down at the dining table.

Jungkook scoffed, and was about to sit down, but got distracted by the new arrangements. 

He was shocked, at how everything was already in place. The living room had a Sony Trinitron television, that was placed on little table. There was a white tablecloth under it, and a pair of glasses lay next to the television. 

His eyes trailed to the blue ray player and stereo, causing him to grin. He really loved movies.

He then walked over to the bookshelf, tracing his fingers across the wooden surface. He remembered when he used to steal his father's 'forbidden' books, and jump onto the sofa, and fall asleep in the first few minutes of starting the book. 

But that was when he was young. He couldn't be so carefree now.

He shook his head, and continued admiring the books. The mini library, had an assortment of different books; ranging from literature, to poetry, to thrillers. His father was quite an avid reader. 

Jungkook liked reading too, but not as much as his father. Or brother for that matter. Another reason, they had a better relationship. 

It was quite dark when they had arrived yesterday, so he hadn't been able to check out the first floor properly. 

Now that it was bright (like his mood somehow), he ambled towards the hallway. 

It contained three closets and had a climb way area to the roof and stairway from the entrance. It also connected to the kitchen and dining room. 

Jungkook looked around and found out there was an arched entryway that gave view of the refrigerator, cabinets, counters, stove, and table with seating in front of the windows, also giving clear view of the backyard. 

He was pleasantly surprised, at how homey this new place felt. He was also confused as to how it looked so small from the outside, yet so gigantic from the inside.

Before he could ponder over it more, his mother called him for breakfast. He hurried over at the smell of cheese.

He sat down opposite to Namjoon who was reading the newspaper like the boomer he was. 

Jungkook placed his elbow on the table, and swung his legs around, waiting for his breakfast.

His mother came a minute later, and placed a big plate filled with creamy ham and cheese quiche, and passed two smaller plates to the two boys. 

The boys served themselves, while their mum placed three bottles of cranberry juice next to the plates.

"Honey, hands off the table," His mother said to Jungkook, who grinned sheepishly and placed them on his lap instead.

"So, how's the food?" She asked, looking expectantly at the brothers. 

"It's delicious, mum." Namjoon dabbed his mouth with a napkin, smiling.

"Yup, it's great." Jungkook agreed, his mouth stuffed. 

Mrs Jeon smiled and said, "Well that's wonderful to hear."

"Let's make a toast, shall we?" She lifted her glass, glancing at her children, as they followed her. 

"To a fresh start." She brought her glass up, clinking it with her children's.

"We're going to behave well, and not get into trouble, right Jungkook? At school, or anywhere else." 

The aforementioned felt his mouth run dry at the sweet, yet harsh tone; almost like a warning. 

Jungkook gulped, and looked over at his empty glass, internally cursing. 

"Yes, mother. Don't worry," He assured, which brought him a head pat as acknowledgement. 

Namjoon's eyes flittered between the two, and he thankfully spoke up. "Oh would you look at that. Our glasses are empty," he paused, pointing at them. 

"Jungkook, could you please refill them for us?" He asked, to which Jungkook aggressively nodded, and got out of his seat, scooping up the glasses (almost dropping one, but his quick reflexes helped him avoid a beating.)

The younger sighed once he was out of ear shot, and lazily opened the refrigerator.

He loved his mother, but she could be extremely intimidating. Still had a better bond with her than with his father though. 

He got the juice out, gently pouring them into the glass cups, purposely walking slowly. 

He got back to his mother talking to Namjoon about his studies. He slowly pushed the glasses to them, and sat back down, almost finishing his entire glass in one go. 

His brother looked at him, and Jungkook shot him a grateful look, to which Namjoon just smiled.

In about 15 minutes, they were done, and Jungkook was told to arrange his room, and unpack the boxes.

The brothers went up together, parting in front of Namjoon's room. Jungkook asked the older if he could borrow his music player, to which his brother agreed, only to swiftly close the door on the younger's face. 

Jungkook threw a tantrum for a few minutes, and Namjoon finally got annoyed, shoving his music player in Jungkook's chest and shutting the door. 

The young boy entered his room, feeling tired by just thinking of how long it would take for him to be done. Luckily he had music to accompany him.

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The next few hours went by in a blur, and by the time Jungkook was done, it was already 2:06 P.M.

Jungkook was rather proud of himself, and looked around at his newly decorated room, with hands placed on either side of his waist. 

His room was filled with teenage ideology. Sky blue curtains hung above the window with hand crafted clouds randomly pinned to them. Posters of his favorite boy band 'Guns N' Roses' tacked to the neutral painted wall. 

Above his desk sat a pin board of photographs; selfies of himself and his two best friends, and  Polaroids of his favorite artists. 

On his desk sat a Mac Powerbook, and some random text books. His Nintendo 64 was placed on side table. One of his most prized possessions really. 

His favorite stuffed toy sat in the middle of his bed resting against the pillows. Don't judge him, he just has an emotional connection to the toy. 

To the left of the bed was the door to enter the bathroom.  At the end of the bed you could see the doubled door wardrobe.

Everything was blue.

Yes, blue was the 17 year old boy's favorite color. 

He felt blue was congruously soft, and faint and feathery. Felt like a warm hug. 

Gave him a sense of tranquility every time he looked at it. 

Maybe that's what prompted him to become a swimmer. 

He often associated blue, the color of the ocean, with feelings of serenity. He always felt those who love it are often able to find peace and tranquility in places where others do not. 

Quite like the ocean. Diving deep into the dark depths of the ocean, and looking up to see the reflection of the sun on the water.

Gave him hope that with a little extra effort, he could make it back up to the top, and grab that sunshine. 

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Quick reminder in case y'all forgot. This is a book set in the 2000's. At this point in the story, it's 2002.